Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 16

Chapter-16. Free butterfly

[Xanthea]

Nesryn called someone while I stayed in the foyer. Standing by the intricately designed arched window, I peered outside.

My brain identified as many plants and herbs as it could, matching the details and sketches I had seen in my mother's books and diaries. But there were still a lot more plants I couldn't identify.

I gasped, awestruck, gazing at the red butterfly. Its wings were as though made of thin slices of glowing red crystals with dark and gold patterns mixing gracefully with one another as it flapped its long-tailed wings. It was twice the size of a normal butterfly and a thousand times more beautiful and magical.

The butterfly fluttered past the window glass. I waved at it excitedly, as though it would wave back at me. Unaware of how sheepishly I was smiling, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

It landed on a flower with translucent whitish blue petals. Pressing my palm and nose against the cold glass, my eyes followed the butterfly.

"It has always fascinated me how petty things hold the power to bring something as mysterious as a smile onto someone's face in mere seconds. A butterfly, for instance..."

Before I turned around to figure out the source of the deep resonating voice, a tall, well-built man stood right beside me. His deep blue eyes contemplated the butterfly. His platinum hair was partially coiffed on the back while the fringes falling over his forehead and eyelids were frivolously at the mercy of winds.

Sliding the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbow, he slid his hands into his black pants pockets. He tilted his head, analyzing the butterfly intently that flexed his sharp jawline and handsome facial features.

"Does this butterfly make you happy?" He asked.

I wasn't sure who he was or if or how I was supposed to reply to him. So I remained silent and pretended to be gazing at the butterfly.

"Wouldn't you capture it? Keep it in a cage and adore it at your leisure. Or maybe better. You can catch it, kill it and then pin it with preservatives. Then its beauty will forever be yours. Dead, but yours. Should I catch it for you?"

He stretched out his hand over the glass of the window and gestures as if he had the power to catch the butterfly in mid-air without touching it.

"No..." I said, keeping my voice low. "Please don't catch it. Please don't cage it and please don't kill it."

He tensed his brows and then looked at me.

"Why not? Wouldn't you be sad when it's gone? You might never see it again."

"Sad?" I shook my head. "No."

"Why?"

"I think it's beautiful only because it's free and alive. You take away any of those and its beauty wouldn't ever be the same again."

"Why not?"

always be ugly to the one carrying them, an eternal reminder of something

doesn't get

one inside it, and not

higher, far

He scratched his chin.

right," he

glanced once at him, then swiftly looked outside the window. My gaze froze, and then I

scar had appeared from his neck and covered

mine, and I swiftly

it isn't a big deal. Others can barely look at it. Honestly..." he looked at his faint reflection in the window's glass. "I can barely look at myself. So..." he ran his fingers across his chin, and the scar disappeared. "So, I hide it away. Makes

pack

I dropped my gaze.

see the butterfly free and admire it, for it

ideal version of how we wish to see ourselves.' My

is why I like

never see how beautiful they

his gaze beyond the window.

of a painter's art and condensation of a muser's words. You should be free, just like

to visit 5s.org for the full experience. You won't find the next

fingers around my hand as

longer had a dream I yearned to pursue, not even freedom. Maybe there was only one thing I looked forward

Nesryn called as she strutted closer

B-beta?

glared at Draknor and then shifted her gaze to

the hell are you doing?"

turned to

and some admiring,"

eyes

the Prime pack, but that can change any time, so if I were you, I wouldn't

can still call me DK,

call

same dick you once wanted all over yourself. Still can't stop

held my hand and dragged me with herself as she flounced upstairs. I had to run to keep up with her pace. "That fucking

the first floor, we took an

to wait here. I'll head back to my work. Something urgent came

with your work," I

tensed her brows with a confused, awkward

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